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Designing Pleasure (MFM)

Rescue Ranch 3

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Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 49,010
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[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois, M/F/M, bondage, spanking, paddling, sex toys, HEA]

Kiley Rivers fled Pleasure, Tennessee to become an interior designer in the city, but the country wasn’t the only thing she wanted to leave behind. Anthony and Rick Coronado left her heart in pieces after they rejected her the night before they joined the army. Despite the pain and embarrassment, she’s never gotten over them. Now she’s back in Pleasure to settle her grandmother’s estate. Hoping to slip in and out of town unnoticed, her tidy life gets turned upside down when she runs into the Coronado brothers again…and this time, they’re not willing to let her get away.

Anthony and Rick left part of their hearts with Kiley in Pleasure. They found their other love with the Army Rangers. When they return to Rescue Ranch on leave, they discover the amazingly beautiful sex kitten is back in town and they’re determined to have her again…even if it means doing something they swore they’d never do.

A Siren Erotic Romance

 

Tonya Ramagos is a Siren-exclusive author.

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STORY EXCERPT

 

Kiley cursed herself for forgetting to pack her excessive collection of hair-ties as she gathered her long, sweaty strands in one hand and dropped them over her shoulder. She blew a breath up her face, causing the strands of her bangs that weren’t already matted to her face to flutter. Her grandparents hadn’t believed the expense of installing central air and heat in the small house had been worth it. Despite the slowly setting sun, the temperature outside still lingered in the nineties, causing the two window units in the house to strain in their efforts to cool the space and leaving Kiley panting and dreaming of snow.

She’d started with her grandmother’s bedroom, wanting to tackle what she believed would be the hardest part first. It had been a good thirty minutes or more since she’d uncovered anything that had made her break down a cry. The old love letters from her grandfather to her grandmother she was finding now that she’d never seen before brought tears to her eyes, but a smile came with them. They’d been in love, the truest and most unconditional kind of love, and it was no wonder her grandmother hadn’t lived long after her grandfather’s passing.

“You couldn’t stand to be without him anymore, could you?”

What would that be like, she wondered, to love a man so much that you couldn’t go on living without him? She knew she’d left her heart here in Pleasure still clinging to the fantasy of being with Anthony and Rick Coronado, but she’d gone on with her life. She’d even come to realize that what she’d thought was love for so long was likely merely lust and a longing to find the sexual pleasure she’d dreamed of them showing her. She’d been a virgin when she’d all but thrown herself at Anthony. She wasn’t any longer. She’d give that treasure to another man shortly after she’d signed up for college, more out of the stupid desire to want the burden gone than a real love for the boy she’d given it to. She’d had a few short-term relationship since that had quickly gone sour since then and a one-night stand she never wanted to think about again. Not one of those men had ever come close to making her feel what she’d felt with Anthony and Rick from a single kiss.

She sat back on her heels on the floor beside the bed and leaned her forehead on the edge of the mattress. It couldn’t be because, aside from Anthony and Rick, all her relationships had been with one guy. Her grandmother had been married for more than fifty years to one man and she’d obviously been blissfully happy to the point that she hadn’t wanted to go on living without him. In a town like Pleasure, where the men outnumbered the women three-to-one, a monogamous marriage like the one her grandparents had shared was an oddity. Even May Hoskins had been married to both Hoskins brothers. Kiley remembered her grandmother telling her when Hank Hoskins had passed away, leaving May with only Horace. Would May have died soon after if she hadn’t still had Horace in her life?

Probably, Kiley decided as she lifted her head and set the box of letters aside. The faint sound of booted feet striking hardwood pulled her from her dismal thoughts. Her spine stiffened as the sound grew louder, the wearer of the boots obviously getting closer. The front door of the house didn’t lock. Her grandparents had never worried about it. No one in Pleasure locked their doors at night. There was no need.

Kiley saw the need the instant she got to her feet and turned toward the bedroom door. Her heart stopped, her breath caught in her throat, and every erogenous zone in her body zinged with erotic need. Surprise collided with a long ago desire that sent her mind on a speeding race back in time only to bring it to the present once more as she gave the man filling the bedroom doorway a slow once-over.

Rick Coronado had changed and damn if he wasn’t even more gorgeous than she remembered. A Stetson rode low on his forehead, offering her only the slightest peek of his wavy, dark brown hair. The years since she’d last seen him had etched faint laughter lines around his light brown eyes and too-kissable mouth. Shoulders made for a woman to hang on tight led to a solid chest, rigid abdomen, narrow hips, and long legs. Ten years ago, the boy had been built for distraction, but the man standing before her now was constructed to make a woman lose all common sense as he set all her girly parts on fire.

Ignoring the flames erupting in her pussy, Kiley planted her fisted hands on her hips, and glared at him. “Don’t people in this town ever knock?”

“We did, darlin’.” His voice was hoarse, rusty, and sent tremors down her spine. “You obviously didn’t hear us.”

We? Oh, dear God. He wasn’t alone. Not that she’d expected him to be. He and Anthony were more than mere brothers. They were attached at the hip. If one brother was around, it was a sure bet the other wasn’t too far away.

“So you just take it upon yourself to enter my house uninvited?”

“We knew you were here. We wanted to see you.” His tone made his statements sound casual and matter of fact, but the telltale intensity of his stare raised goose bumps all over her body. It was a look she remembered, one that told her he still wanted her and he was already cooking up how to get her in a variety of naughty ways and devilish situations.

The inferno between her legs grew and she shifted her weight, attempting to alleviate the rapidly scorching ache. She didn’t miss the flicker of keen knowledge that moved through his eyes. Damn it, she couldn’t afford to be obvious in front of him. If he knew the effect the mere sight of him was having on her hormones, she’d be toast.

“I don’t suppose it occurred to you that I might not want to see you.”

“It crossed our minds.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Anthony’s cock turned to stone as he stared into Kiley’s eyes. He hadn’t intended to make her call him Sir today. The fact that she did it on her own proved what he’d already suspected for years. She wanted to submit to him and Rick. She wanted to be dominated, to be pushed to her limits, and pleasured beyond her wildest imagination. He aimed to give her that and more…just as soon as he got his bearings back.

He met Rick’s gaze over her shoulder, saw the surprise mix with laughter in his brother’s eyes, and thought about decking him. Rick knew damn well she’d just thrown him for a loop with her obedient question. She’d obviously shocked Rick with her use of the word Sir, too, but he’d apparently recovered far quicker than Anthony.

Anthony followed his brother’s lead as Rick took a step away from her. Anthony pulled her arms from around his neck, guided them to her sides, and moved back.

“Take off your clothes.”

She exhaled a shaky breath at Rick’s command and, still holding Anthony’s gaze, pulled her blouse up and over her head.

Anthony let his attention roam freely over her body as she bared her flesh for them inch by gloriously tantalizing inch. He thought about licking his way down the slender column of her throat, dragging his tongue down the valley between her breasts, delving the tip in her belly button, and listening to her breathless laughter. His hands remembered the smoothness of her pouty pussy lips and he fisted them at his sides to keep from reaching for her. He would touch her soon, but not yet. He wanted to watch her do it first.

He saw the unease move through her eyes and watched her cheeks flush as she stood between him and Rick as naked as the day she’d been born. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby.” Because he still wouldn’t allow himself to touch her, he put enough gentleness in his tone to comfort her without a physical caress.

“You really don’t know how sexy you are, do you, darlin’?” Rick hadn’t moved from his place behind her, but Anthony saw his brother’s attention drinking in every inch of her satiny flesh the same way he was still doing.

“Yes.” She grimaced and shook her head. “Well, I don’t know about sexy, but I’m not ashamed of my body.”

Anthony hooked his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans and rocked back on the heels of his boots. “Then why are you blushing?”

The pink in her cheeks deepened. “It’s just, well, I’ve never stood naked in front of a man and let them gawk at me like this, let alone stand between two men and let them do it.”

Anthony liked knowing that. He knew she’d left Pleasure right after graduation, but a part of him had always wondered if a couple of men had moved into their place before she’d left. He’d never heard anything about it through the town grapevine, but it was possible to keep a secret in Pleasure. It wasn’t easy, but it was possible.

Rick barked a laugh. “We’re not gawking, darlin’. We’re admiring.”

She smiled. “I guess gawking wasn’t really the right word, but…”

“Have you ever stared at yourself?” Anthony asked. “Have you ever watched yourself masturbate?”

“Of course not. That would be…why would I do that?”

Anthony closed the distance between them and took her hand. “Come here.” One of the walls of the room was lined with mirrors. He snagged a chair on his way to it, set the chair in front of the mirror, and pulled her into his lap. “I want you to see what we see.”

Her eyes were wide and her flesh flush as she stared at her reflection. Her gaze shifted to Rick in the mirror when the man walked closer and then met his. “I look at myself in a mirror at least once a day, Anthony.”

“Are you naked then?” Rick crossed his arms and studied her in the mirror. “Are you sitting in a chair with your knees spread wide and your pussy exposed?”

She wasn’t sitting that way now, but Anthony fixed that. He reached around her, flattened his hands on her thighs, and pulled her legs apart. She was sitting ramrod straight in his lap, her shoulder blocking his vision.

“Relax against me, baby.”

He felt her shiver even as she leaned back against his chest. He rested his chin on her shoulder, met her gaze in the mirror, and let her see how much he enjoyed looking at her as he slowly slid his attention down to her pussy. Cream slickened her folds and he saw more collecting in her channel. Her clit was already swollen as if beckoning for an attention it wasn’t getting. The smell of her sweet scent drifted up to him and he barely swallowed the growl that rumbled in his throat.

He dragged his gaze back up, let it linger on her puckered nipples, and then settled it back on her glazed eyes. “Touch your pussy for us, Kiley.”

A spark of defiance shot through her eyes and he thought she might argue. Instead, she lifted a shaking hand and put it between her legs.

“Just one finger, darlin’,” Rick instructed. “Fold the rest of them back so we can see and play with that pretty clit the way you like it. Play with it like you do late at night when you’re fantasizing about us.”

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